[He doesn't mean to make the other feel uncomfortable. Noctis is simply too open of an individual, too sensitive, when you get right down to it. Shatter past his aloof shell, and people are often met with someone brimming with emotion, sometimes to the point where he has trouble deciding how to pack any of it away; as a result, it all gets shoved into the pit of his chest, as is his habit. With a mental link binding all of them together, he's quick to take others' images into his own mind, his own person, turning them over and over, before quietly letting them go.

Boundaries, or setting up some kind of bulwark against letting these thoughts filter in, is something the young king hasn't quite figured out yet.]

...Sorry to hear that. If it makes you feel any better about me, though, I'm pretty sure I had the shortest reign in the history of my family.

[Oop, and there goes the robe over his head. Already, it seems to slide over him with far more ease than before.]

Yeah... I- I got it. [He slips his arms into the sleeves, shaking his shoulders to help it fall more evenly across him. Adra will still have to help with the rest, because... he is pretty useless when it comes to these robes, not gonna lie.]